I haven't heard from R.G.'s helper (Big Mike) in several days and am concerned that something may have happened to the hapless soul. He usually manages to get a message to the outside World somehow before he's locked away with nothing more than a bunch of lead cores, bullet jackets, and carbide dies to keep him warm on those cold Madrid, Iowa nights.

   Maybe Ronnie Berg or Mike Bigelow could stop by and make sure that R.G. is at least feeding him occasionally and giving him some bathroom breaks? Maybe bring a bowl of Cream of Wheat or a crust of bread to him as well? Or some old lutefisk and a piece of Christmas fudge?

   Anybody? Anybody? Buehler...Buehler?     -Al